Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-01-12
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LITTLE TU'PENNY.
BY s. Barring GOULD.

Then the miller threw down his mat
took and went indoors, and presently
came out with Piece OF bread and
plate on which was slice of honeyeomb:
Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones, come and buy;
IL SO be you ask where
They do grow 1 ars.ger-There.
where the sunbearns sweetly smile,
There's the land Of Cherry Isle.
"There," said he, ''sweeten your red
ripe cherries with that, and 20 along with
you"
She took the honey gleefully, and, sit
ting on the rail with her knees together
and the plate resting on her lap, was still
for awhile eating bread and honey.
Joe had a range of beehives in his
garden, and he was famous bee mas
ter. Now on this lovely day the bees
were about humming and gathering their
sweet food. The sun shone warmly
over that little garden, turning out the
fresh. healthy scent Of the upturned
earth. The bank with thyme, and mint,
and marioram poured forth fragrance.
The scarlet runners were in bloom; so
were the tall british queen peas and the
bees were busy in the corollas of these
flowers
JUG "bIhta Oli, DQt CNttS igH anu
then, with furtiye glance looked at the
little girl, perched as a ring-ousel on the
rail, now intent on her bread and honey.
Then he turned round, with his back to
her: the sight OF her interfered with his
diligence.
All at once he was startled. She was
before him. She had eaten the bread,
finished all the honey and she danced
mn IN him on Tin tpa 81
Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, cryi
Full End fair ones, come and buy;
If 80 be you ask mo where
They do grow, answer-There.
She held up her red lips to him.
you good Old Joe. Thanks for the
honey. You shall have kiss"
He drew up his full height, and stood
back.
No, little woman, they are too sweet
-allstoncy."
She tossed her pretty head, pouted and
turned away
"lf you won't have my cherries when
offered, you shall not have them when
you ask"
IF you want to repay me" said Joe,
Ego back TO school, and you shall have as
much of my honeycomb at any time as
you like"
MAY II" her good humor was back
again 'I'll ask mother"
"And now said Joe, "loOl< he e. III
give those little red lips something else to
do than eat honey and offer kisses. As
you sat on the rail there thought you
little bird, and little bird must pipe"
He took out his pocket knife and went
to the edge Of the dixie, among the osiers.
Trip ran after him.
What are you going to do?''
II will show you. Exercise patience "
He seated himself on the bank, and
she by him, watching his hands. In the
water, on the surface, were countless
white, yellow centcred stars-the flowers
of the water plantain, dense as the stars
in the winter night sky BY the side was
n grove of glossy leaved stone cress, with
its blue flowers. A rat Topped into the
dyke. There were plenty of them about,
and they had run through the grass from
all sides to the mill Myriads of tadpoles
darted.
Joe shortened and peeled an osier, and
smoked it. Presently a whistle was com
pieted, very clean, smooth, and neat.
"Nill this last long2n asked Trip.
"As long as you are like to keep it,
"And, if | whistle on it, will you come
to mc2"
'If you need me at any time-rcally
need mel will come UNFINISHED for. If
you think of flying, l will not come,
even if Won do whistle ~